The Egg It Is The Source Of

A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is-- Blind Or Not-- A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe.

The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish To Produce Finished Work. It Certainly Deserts Us Half-way, After The Idea Is Born; And If We Go On, It Is Labor.

Too Many Moralists Begin With A Dislike Of Reality.

As Time Goes On, New And Remoter Aspects Of Truth Are Discovered Which Can Seldom Be Fitted Into Creeds That Are Changeless.

As To Modesty And Decency, If We Are Simians We Have Done Well, Considering: But If We Are Something Else-fallen Angels-we Have Indeed Fallen Far.